The battle between the two was on the verge of erupting. Hongji had stepped onto the Origin Path and was a direct descendant of a Great Emperor, so he was utterly confident that dealing with a golden-bodied martial artist before him would be easy. Yet although Fang Ping was only rank-eight, he was no ordinary rank-eight. Leaving aside the fact that his golden body had already reached the eighth refinement, even Guanming Heavenly Emperor would have been envious of the Indestructible Matter Fang Ping possessed. Fang Ping did not feel the slightest bit of regret over using it, directly bombarding Hongji with Indestructible Matter. At the same time, his mouth never stopped, constantly mocking Hongji. "Is this the level of an Emperor's son?"
"If you're bad, practice more. Why not go home and train for a few more years?"
"We don't allow children to fight here."
"Do you even know how to fight? A seventh-refinement Origin Path martial artist can't beat a golden body? If I were you, I'd go home, find a brick, and smash my head into it."
"Why are you so useless? Are you sure you're Guanming Heavenly Emperor's son? Seeing you like this, Guanming Heavenly Emperor probably regretted having you. He should've shot you onto the wall instead. You worthless piece of trash, and you still can't take me down."
Everyone present held back their laughter as they listened to Fang Ping's insults. Fang Ping was simply too vicious. The people of Outer Pass were so innocent—how could they possibly compete with him in this regard? They had probably heard barely any curses in their entire lives, yet today they got the full set.
"Fellow Daoist Tian, Little Friend Fang truly is full of surprises. I never expected him to have such a side to him."